Nibali in the Mist
Recovering from what I repeatedly called the Worst Giro Ever and complained about tired narratives, the Cima Coppi stage was epic. What fans expect in the mountains and even if we couldn’t see Nibali’s face suffering in the cold, wet, snowy fog. Cycleboredom recaps the stage and reminds us that the sport endures, despite how self-destructive it is.
Then Vincenzo, like so many Grand Tour champions before him, rose from the saddle to stamp his authority on what was already his. Watts per kilogram wasn’t the preferred measurement as the distance to his rivals grew, it was panache per square inch. The tifosi’s already intoxicated mindset was whipped into a frenzy along the switchbacks of Tre Cime di Lavaredo as Nibali emitted raw, unrefined panache in a pheremone-esque fashion.
If you missed the entire 3 weeks, here’s a recap in 140 characters
Giro Recap: brightly dressed, emaciated men pedaling bikes were thrown onto the roads of Italy like bets at a roulette wheel. 1 of them won.
— byron@bikehugger (@bikehugger) May 15, 2013